Authors Notes- Look at this I finally got a new chapter tow The Art Of Loving You out. Even though it took me like almost a year. I apologize for that life you know how it is. As you can gather I don't own Transformers that belongs to Hasbro. I'm merely borrowing them for my own amusement. Now that we got that out of the way here is Chapter Two.

Chapter Two: Mornings

Wheeljack hated mornings. Then again when one spent most of last night being plagued by nightmares it made recharging near impossible. Though, Wheeljack mused, as he glared out at the sun as it rose above the mountains that surrounded the Autobots base. Spending the rest of the sleepless night chatting with Arcee did kind of take his mind off of Bulkhead. A frown etched on Wheeljack's face plate, as he thought back to his friend, who was currently hurt.

And until further notice down for the count. His frown soon turned into a scowl as he thought about the filthy insect that harmed the green wrecker. Well, Wheeljack thought darkly as he stepped out of the Jackhammer. Former bug. With Miko's help the Insecticon, Hardshell was now one with the All Spark. And Ratchet had assured him that Bulkhead would make a full recovery. And he would...he had to, but thanks to the extent of the wreckers injuries it was a slow process.

Stop thinking about it. A voice whispered in the back of his exhausted mind. Bulkhead is alive that's all that matters. Nodding to himself he moved to enter the base. Silence permeated the base as he moved to where Bulkhead was. Arms crossed over his chest plate, as he looked down at the prone form of his friend. His optics taking in the sight of the various scars on Bulkhead's chassis, no doubt from the many battles his friend had been in both here on Earth and on Cybertron.

However, before Wheeljack could think about it anymore a hand landed on his shoulder, making him jump slightly, a startled yelp escaping his lips. As he turned around and came face to face with Arcee. Concern shining in her optics as she smiled up at him.

"Never thought I'd be able to sneak up on you." She commented. "Let alone make you scream."

"I didn't scream." Wheeljack said, sounding indignant.

"You're right that was more of a squeak." Arcee chuckled.

Optics narrowed Wheeljack looked down at her. "Was there something you needed?" he asked.

Now it was Arcee's turn to frown before looking to where Bulkhead -

"Y'know it's really creepy to watch someone when their sleeping, you guys know that, right?" A familiar voice asked, making the two of them jump.

Optics were wide as Bulkhead's optics came online, and he turned to look at them. The two of them looking rather sheepish as they looked from one another then to Bulkhead. Who struggled to sit up, only to have Arcee push him back down. Wheeljack moved to stand on the other side of him. A look of relief on his face plate, his hand resting on his friends chest. Arcee's resting on his shoulder.

"Hey, Bulk." Wheeljack greeted, forcing a smile to his face plate. "Welcome back to the land of the living."

Bulkhead couldn't help but chuckle at that. "How long have you guys been here" he asked.

Wheeljack thought for a minute, then answered. " Just a few minutes."

Nodding Bulkhead then looked to Arcee. Arcee smirked as she glanced briefly to Wheeljack, blinking when she saw that same dark look in his optics from before. Bulkhead was awake, was alive Wheeljack should at least be happy, right? Tearing her gaze away from him she smiled down at Bulkhead.

"I just got here as well. I heard Wheeljack stomping through here." She told him. "And for a brief moment I thought it was you, and in other news," Arcee glanced at Wheeljack once more. "Your friend here screams like a girl."

"I told you." Wheeljack growled, glaring at her, making Arcee chuckle. ""I didn't scream...or squeak."

That earned a chuckle from Bulkhead. "Oh man," He turned to Arcee. "I think you hit a sore spot, Cee." Bulkhead looked back at Wheeljack, then to Arcee once more. "Jackie here gets it in his head that he needs to be Mister Badass all the time. Hence why he doesn't like it when someone points out things like that." Bulkhead winked at Arcee, before smiling at Wheeljack. "But, don't you worry, Jackie." He said, reaching out for his friend. "We still love ya."

Rolling his optics Wheeljack mustered the faintest of smiles as he looked down at Bulkhead once more. "Yeah, sure, whatever." He said. Placing his hand on his friends shoulder once more. "But I'm going to let you rest, Bulk." He said, turning away, his smile melting away. "I got stuff to do." And walked off.

Arcee watched was the white wrecker disappeared once more, before looking to Bulkhead again. A worried look shining in her optics.

"What is it?" Bulkhead asked, noting the look, his smile disappearing from his face plate.

Arcee looked back in the direction Wheeljack had disappeared , as if expecting him to pop out the moment she started talking. "I can't put my finger on it," she said, leaning closer to Bulkhead. "But something is up with Wheeljack."

Bulkhead blinked as he looked to Arcee, perplexed. Though now that he thought about it, he thought, thinking back to how Wheeljack had acted when he was here. Something did seem off about his friend. Though what it was neither them knew.

Bulkhead was alive. He told himself. As he made his way towards the Jackhammer once more. Bulkhead was alive, and he would recover so things were finally okay. And yet... Anger continued to swell in Wheeljack's chest as he doors to his ship sliding shut. Hardshell was dead, the bug would never harm anyone ever again.

But, Wheeljack thought as he plopped down in his seat, staring out the window. Thoughts of Bulkhead laying prone on the table flashed through his mind, or Seaspray before Dreadwing blew him to dust. To every other wrecker he had lost to this god forsaken war. He knew death was something everyone dealt with. And when it came to this war people faced death all the time.

Or so Wheeljack had told himself time and time again. And despite that, and despite everything he had endured and witnessed through out the years. And yet, despite that Wheeljack could never get rid of this...anger, this hatred, it just continued to build and build.

Even when he had been back on Cybertron, when he had lost all those he considered friends, all gone except for Bulkhead. And he had been so close to losing him too. And what would happened then? he thought, leaning back in his seat, as he stared up at the ceiling. A sigh escaping his lips. That was the main question, wasn't it?

If he had lost Bulkhead then he would have no one, nothing. But he's still here. A voice whispered in the back of his head. And yet, here was anger continuing to build behind his chest plate. And yet, it was never enough. Straightening he bit down on his bottom lip as he peered out the window, arms crossed, scowl etched on his face plate, optics blazing.

It was never enough, no matter how many years passed. No matter how many Decepticons he cut down all to avenge his friends. It never seemed to be enough. And this time around it seem to be no different. He thought, optics narrowing into slits, as he turned his ship on. Denta clenched. It was never over, he thought as he left the Autobot base. And he would never stop until every last Decepticon lay dead at his feet.

Authors Notes- And here we got Chapter Two over and done with. Sorry, it's not super interesting but I hope you like it? And I'll try and update it again soon...ish? And this is The Exhausted Writer signing off. Have a goodnight.